Special Containment Procedures: SCP-# is to be stored in a standard small animal containment chamber at Site-19, monitored by cameras from an adjacent security room. Staff assigned to SCP-# are not to have a fear relating to small dogs, dogs barking, or other behavior that might be expected of a non-anomalous dog of equivalent size to SCP-#. Staff with such a fear should not be made aware of SCP-#'s existence.

Staff may visit SCP-# if they are on break, or if they are not assigned to other tasks, however must wear noise-cancelling earmuffs at all times within SCP-#'s containment.

Description: SCP-# is a small Pomeranian dog, which, upon initial inspection, shows very few, if no anomalous affects. SCP-# rarely 'barks' in the traditional sense, instead, it's barks consist of Dr. Schvi literally saying the word 'bark'. SCP-# does not require feeding, and will spend most of it's day lying in it's bed.

On occasion, SCP-# will let out an incredibly loud bark, often over ███ decibels loud. Should this occur, an automatic alarm will sound, which may scare SCP-#. A staff member is permitted to 'hug' SCP-#, in an attempt to calm it down, as SCP-# is easily scared by loud noises. MTF-Sierra-4('Sit Stay Paw') are to interview all staff assigned to SCP-#. Staff members found to be scared of SCP-# in any capacity are to be assigned to other projects. For a period of time after this bark, SCP-# will be restless, and should be comforted until it recovers from this restless state.

What scares you most? I mean, think about it. And we're not talking philosophically here, we're not talking 'loneliness', we're talking animals. SCP's. Anything that's alive. Now, you've made it to level 4. Maybe even Overseer level, so I'm sure you've seen some shit. If you have passed the psychological evaluations, continue. If you're here by mistake, leave now, and no punishment will befall you. 05-5

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Item #: #

Object Class: Keter

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-#-1 through -8 are to be stored in soundproof metal containers in Site-56, and are not to be monitored visually. SCP-#-9 is to be stored in Site-19, and made to sound as least threatening and intimidating as possible in documents describing it, without compromising on security. SCP-#-10 is to be stored in a 20 x 20 x 20 m room, equipped with strong electromagnets that prevent it's movement. Site-56 is to be equipped with backup generators should mains electricity go down, solar panels, and a ██ Megawatt hour battery.

Should all measures fail and SCP-# escapes, Dr. Schvi is to be brought to it and [DATA EXPUNGED]. Any members of staff who have not passed psychological tests within the last 30 days and witness SCP-#-10 are to be terminated.

When SCP-#-9 barks, MTF-Sierra-4 "Intimidators" are to be dispatched and interview all staff assigned to SCP-#. Any staff member to have show fear towards SCP-#-9 is to be terminated.

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Description: SCP-# is the designation given to an anomalous affect which manifests in humans upon becoming fearful of any instance of SCP-#-1 through 10. Whenever a human becomes fearful of SCP-# (Now SCP-#-A), a small 'pocket' opens within their stomach. This pocket can be seen on X-Rays, making identification of SCP-#-A easy. After a period of 4 hours to 2 days, a new SCP-#-x

SCP-#-1 is a large, wolf-like creature, although approximately 3x the size of an adult gray wolf. SCP-#-1's eyes consist of glowing white dots, and it's teeth are luminescent red. SCP-#-1 was discovered in ████████, Alaska, by MTF-████-█, who were stationed to another anomaly. 2 members of MTF-████-█ and ██ residents of the town had to be terminated to stop the spread of SCP-#.

SCP-#

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Item #: #

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: A sample of SCP-# is to be stored in a hermetically sealed chamber which is accessed by a single airlock, and is not to be removed for any purposes. All testing is to be carried out in the chamber the sample is stored in, with any staff associated with testing being stationed within the attached observation booth. Efforts are ongoing to produce a vaccine for use with SCP-#.

All individuals infected with SCP-# are to be quarantined immediately, if quarantine without risk of infection is impossible, target is to be neutralized and the body incinerated. No contact with bodily fluids from infected individuals is to be made.

Description: SCP-# is a strain of virus, which has only been observed to affect humans. SCP-# outbreaks are incredibly uncommon, with only █ outbreaks having ever been recorded, however, SCP-# is incredibly infectious, primarily spreading through air and through contact with bodily fluids, and being able to survive for upwards of ██ years away from the host. SCP-#'s anomalous effects manifest when a sample enters the body through the airways, bloodstream or stomach.

When SCP-# enters the body, the subject is now classified as SCP-#-1. SCP-#'s anomalous effects manifest in it's unique ability to essentially convert subconscious bodily functions to consciously performed bodily functions, the consequences of this being a 100% mortality rate. No method has been found to reverse or delay the effects of SCP-#.

SCP-# infection is divided into 6 stages, with each stage containing the symptoms of the former stages:

Stage 1: SCP-#-1 will report flu-like symptoms and develop a violent cough. SCP-#-1 will also report an overwhelming sense of dread. This stage commences 1-3 days following initial infection.

Stage 2: SCP-#-1's breathing functions convert to being conscious functions. Subjects report no urge to breath whatsoever, and will frequently pass out from lack of oxygen if not reminded to breath frequently, or remembering to do so themselves. Breathing when asleep or unconscious, however, is unaffected at this stage, and due to this, this stage is relatively harmless. SCP-#-1 will be calm at this stage. This stage usually commences 4-5 days after initial infection.

Stage 3: SCP-\-1's ability to walk is severely hindered. SCP-\ causes extreme difficulty for subjects to be able to co-ordinate the movements of their legs, causing frequent tripping. SCP-#-1 is still calm at this stage. This stage commences 6-7 days after initial infection.

Stage 4: SCP-#-1's heart rate converts to being a conscious function. This results in some impressive physical feats being possible, due to the increase in potential blood-flow, however heart failure is not uncommon at this stage, due to SCP-#-1 overworking his or herself. This stage occurs 9-10 days after initial infection.

Stage 5: Mechanical digestion in stomach, secretion of hormones and other processes related to the digestive and endocrine systems become conscious functions. At this point, SCP-#-1 will often be able to barely keep awake, and will remain most of their time unconscious, where all bodily processes required still occur. This stage occurs 12-13 days after initial infection.

Stage 6: All processes that would you usually occur as normal while unconscious cease to do so, instead slowing to an eventual stop. This stage has not occurred later than 16 days after subject's initial infection.

Dr. Matthews: Right then, D-████, if you would open that safe on the other side of the room, password is [REDACTED].

D-████: Right, I'm on it.

D-████ removes the vial containing SCP-# sample

Dr. Matthews: Now please remove the cork and invert the sample, please

D-████: Huh?

Dr. Matthews: Unbottle it and shake it about.

D-████: Why didn't you fucking say that then? Whatever…

D-████ releases SCP-# into the testing chamber

D-████: Might I ask what the fuck this thing is, anyway?

Dr. Matthews: The virus is perfectly safe. All who have came into contact with it have later made a full recovery, although you may be incapacitated for the last few days. When I return you should have flu-like symptoms.

D-████: Huh. Sounds… okay I guess, but then why are you all out there and I'm alone in this room if it's so safe?

Dr. Matthews: Safety is irrelevant. Researchers are to come into contact with as little anomalous property as possible.

D-████: Fucking labcoats. You guys are retarded.

Dr. Matthews: I'm afraid I have other duties to attend to now. There is a cabinet to the left of the airlock, passcode [REDACTED]. Within you will find what you requested to keep you occupied.

D-████: Sounds good to me doc. If I'm in here for as long as you say this should serve to keep me occupied. When are you coming back?

D-████: 16 hours. Goodbye, D-████.

D-████: See you later, Doc.

D-████ is left within the testing chamber, and begins to develop a violent cough. Dr. Matthews returns 16 hours later.

Dr Matthews: Good morning, D-████. How are you feeling?

D-████: Like shit, Doc. Exactly as you said I would.

Dr. Matthews: That is a shame. Would you like anything to soothe your throat?

D-████: Nah, I'll be fine.

Dr. Matthews: For the record, D-████, you are under constant audio and video surveillance. If you require anything, just ask.

D-████: I'll bear that in mind.

Dr. Matthews: Goodbye D-████. I'll see you in another 24 hours.

D-████: Man that's long… Alright I guess I'll see you then.

Dr. Matthews: Sorry D-████, but there are matters which need attending to. See you later.

<Irrelevant Conversation Redacted. 5 Days and 3 hours have passed since commencing of experiment.>

Dr. Matthews: Good morning D-████. How are you feeling today?

D-████: DOC! DOC! Boy am I glad to see you. My breathing's gone all weird, as the sheet mentioned.

Dr. Matthews: Excellent! I suppose. As excellent as contracting a disease can be.

D-████: Haha, very funny doc. It's quite a weird feeling you know? Liberating almost. The only thing is, if I don't breath or I forget to breath or if I talk to myself or someone else for too lon-

**<D-████ collapses>

Dr. Matthews: Ahh. That's an issue. He'll be back up in a few minutes I suppose.

Dr. Matthews: No, I'm sorry we have no news on your romantic interest I'm afraid1. You seem to be behaving irregularly D-████. Is something the matter?

D-████: Yeah, I dunno it might be the disease fucking with the old Circuitboard City up here D-████ points to his head or maybe the lack of air, or maybe too much air, who knows. Anyway, you've got business to attend to right? I'll see you around man.

Dr. Matthews: Hmm. Yes I suppose I should be going. I'll return in 48 hours to check on your progress.

D-████: 48 hours? Come on Doc make it 36, you're my only friend in here.

Closing Statement: We gained crucial information about SCP-# and how it affects the body. Information sheets regarding it have been updated to include the information.

Item #: #

Object Class: Safe

Special Containment Procedures: A modified copy of SCP-# containing tracks 1-3 is free for use in Site-19's break room, so long as the user is sufficient in swimming. All non-modified ██ SCP-# instances including tracks 4-6 are to stored in a Secure Locker in Site-19. Copies should only be removed for testing with D-Class personnel, and only one copy may be removed at a time.

Description: SCP-# is the designation given to a series of Compact Discs, apparently produced by the Ski-Mattix company, under the name 'DD N0LZERS and 'The Backers' proudly presents: 'Sail Away'. SCP-# was discovered after a series of mysterious disappearances throughout the town of ████████, United Kingdom. Foundation agents embedded within the local police department discovered █ SCP-# instances within the homes of those who vanished, which were subsequently brought to Site-19 where their anomalous effects were ascertained.

SCP-#'s anomalous affects manifest whenever it is placed into a CD-Player and the user selects and begins playing any track, at which point they will vanish from their location, and subsequently find themselves in an area related to the song which they selected (SCP-#-1 through SCP-#-6, respectively, and SCP-#-ALTS as a group.). If the song is stopped in any way, either by the CD-Player being manually switched-off, power-cut or other malfunction, or by the song simply coming to it's end, the user will re-appear where they formerly were.

Any physical changes experienced in SCP-#-ALTS will remain upon return. These changes usually consist of minor intoxication and sunburn, however can also be much more dangerous, including 2nd to 3rd degree acid burns, 4th degree traditional fire burns, and [DATA EXPUNGED]. Of the 6 areas, SCP-#-1 through 3 are considered 'Safe' and SCP-#-4 through 6 are considered highly dangerous.

On occasion, subjects may not return from SCP-#-ALTS. We don't have a conclusive explanation for this, but the working theory is that, well, you don't return if you die. So be careful out there guys. Seriously.

- Dr. Kenna

A list below is provided of all 6 tracks on SCP-#:

Track:

Designation:

Description:

1. 'Orinoco Flow (Sail Away)' - Enya

SCP-#-1

Subjects describe being in a rubber ring, floating in tropical waters, with a cocktail in their hand. A small island can be seen in the middle-distance, however attempts to travel to it have failed. The sun shines brightly, and the whole area is described as 'Pleasant'. Only 1 subject has failed to return from SCP-#-1, D-████. According to foundation records, D-████ was not a competent swimmer, and presumably fell in, panicked, and drowned.

2. 'Ocean Man' - Ween.

SCP-#-2.

Subjects describe being at the bottom of the sea, walking along the seafloor with a humanoid creature. Subjects report having no trouble breathing or seeing, even in the apparently huge depths they are at. Subjects also report this experience as being 'Pleasant'. So far, all subjects have emerged from SCP-#-3.

3. 'Surfing With The Alien' - Joe Satriani

SCP-#-3

Subjects report being on a metallic surfboard in deep space, accompanied by a humanoid creature on a similar metallic board. Once again subjects report being able to breath fine, and subjects do not seem to suffer from irradiation or other injuries that would be sustained from deep space travel. So far, all subjects to enter SCP-#-3 have returned.

4. 'I am a Scientist' - Guided By Voices.

SCP-#-4

Subjects report being in a laboratory, conducting scientific experiments which vary seemingly randomly, however these tests will frequently involve highly dangerous substances, such as Hydroflouric Acid, Sulfur Trioxide, and, in one case, Chlorine Triflouride. So far, of the 10 subjects that have entered SCP-#-4, only 6 have emerged.

5. Welcome to the Jungle.

SCP-#-5

Subjects report being in a large jungle, and having to survive

6. Through the Fire and Flames.

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Item #:#

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-# is to be stored in a standard humanoid containment

Item #: #

Object class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: The building in which SCP-# manifests has been taken over by a foundation cover company, and now operates as an office. Under no circumstances are to staff (maintenance or otherwise) to enter the air ventilation system of the building. Any voices or other sounds emanating from SCP-# are to be ignored, and all entrances to the ventilation system are to be permanently bolted down.

Description: SCP-# is the designation given to an anomalous non-euclidean section of air vents, manifesting within the former █████ ██████████ office building, in downtown Los Angeles. SCP-# was discovered by foundation staff after the reported disappearance of █ members of maintenance staff and █ member of office staff, after they heard 'voices' emanating from within the building. Foundation agents within the local police department reported the anomaly, and the █████ ██████████ office building was acquired by the foundation.

SCP-#'s anomalous effects manifest in two ways:

1. Noises can be heard by workers in the office complex. The source of this noise is always understood to be a large air ventilation hatch installed somewhere on the floor by those hearing it, and there seems to be no method of isolating or muting SCP-#'s noises, as all attempts of soundproofing has failed.

2. Crawling through the ventilation system past a point results in the person crawling (hereafter referred to as 'the subject') becoming hopelessly lost within the ventilation system. It appears that by taking a right turn that manifests 15 meters away from the entrance to the ventilation system, the subject will become unable to back up, claiming that 'it's just metal where I entered'. This forces the subject to continue crawling forward. So far, only 1 subject has ever found an exit to SCP-#.

SCP-# is also stalked by a large, black panther like creature hereafter designated SCP-#-1, that manages to survive through methods unknown.

SCP-#-1 was shot dead by D-090102 on ██/██/████, and has failed to re-appear, and so this section of the anomaly is presumed neutralized.

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SCP-# is described by 'snug' by anybody who enters it, despite their size and build, and a large proportion of subjects (approximately 70%) have expressed a desire to continue forward after hearing noises while in SCP-#.

Several exploration missions have been attempted into SCP-#, all of which using wireless equipment, which function perfectly within SCP-#, wired equipment however fails after the 15 meter turn, with the wire becoming clean cut.

D-70702 was equipped with a 5 litre water canteen, 10kg of non-perishable food and a microphone and camera providing live broadcast to Mission Control.

<Control>: D-70702, please enter the air vent.<D-70702>: Alright boss D-70702 flicks his head suddenly shit did you hear that? It sounded like a scream… Is there someone else inside?<Control>: D-70702, please enter the air vent.<D-70702>: Fine then, be like that. Dickhead…20 minutes have passed since D-70702 has entered SCP-#<D-70702>: Fuck! There it was again. She can't be older than… 10 maybe? Fuck man she could be in trouble. Boss, can you give me some backup or something?<Control>: Negative D-70702, you're on your own.<D-70702>: Jesus, looks like it's up to me then.45 minutes have passed since last entry.<D-70702>: This fucking place is massive. Why am I here anyway? Fuck, whats the point in even asking, you twats don't tell me shit-D-70702 pauses<Control>: D-70702?<D-70702>: What the fuck is this place?D-70702 enters a small room, approximately 1.5 M cubed, with 3 paths splitting off it.<Control>: Hold your ground here D-70702 and await further orders.<D-70702>: You don't know what this is, do you? Might as well eat now then.<Control>: Roger that D-70702.D-70702 places his camera on the ground next to him while he eats. It faces towards one of the exits to the small room. A black shadows is seen darting across, somewhere down the vent.<Control>: D-70702? Did you see that?<D-70702>: See what boss? I'm eating.<Control>: Please disregard D-70702, please continue down the rightmost air vent.<D-70702>: Let me finish-<Control>: D-70702, please begin to explore the rightmost air -<D-70702>: SHUT THE FUCK UP! I've figured out this isn't any normal fucking building! Fuck this! I'll be crawling for fucking days in here! You bastards are too scared to come in here, what will you do if I just refuse to fucking contin-D-70702 stops suddenly<Control>: D-70702?<D-70702>: There's something behind me. It just made a noise, I-D-70702 lets out a massive scream, and the camera is covered in red, before it ceases functioning.<D-70702>: GET OFF ME! FUCK! WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS FUCKING THING?<Control>: D-70702, come in D-70702! Fuck, abort mission. Subject terminated.
** Mission log over. **

D-090102 was equipped with a 5 liter water canteen, 10kg of non-perishable food and a microphone and camera providing live broadcast to Mission Control. He was also equipped with a colt .45 pistol and ammunition, but not notified of this until an encounter with SCP-#-1, or until control seemed fit.

<Control>: D-090102 please enter the air vent.<D-090102> Uhh, ok. Man this is weird. I heard some like grinding noises down the vent. I'm not sure if I wanna go.<Control>: You must go. We promise you are in no danger, D-090102.<D-090102> If you say so, I trust you guys.<Control>: Please turn on your camera, D-090102.<D-090102> Righto. Camera's on.Control begin to see image of SCP-#'s entrance.<Control>: Enter now.<D-090102> I'm in. Man it's snug in here, i can't even turn my self around…<Control>: Acknowledged, D-090102. Please continue.<D-090102> Uhh. Ok. Noise of grinding heard. Shit! There it goes again. I'm not liking this, can I leave? Please?A 12 second gap is placed to give D-090102 the illusion of thought by Control. **<Control>:** Of course D-090102, you may back up.2<D-090102> Shit I can't - Where I came it's just - MORE METAL!<Control>: Acknowledged, D-090102. If you are unable to back up, please continue forward.<D-090102> Right. Right of course. I'll keep going.<Control>: Thank you, D-090102.Approximately 2 hours have passed since last entry.<D-090102> What the - I'm in some kind of room.Seen on camera is a small, 4m x 4m x 2m room, containing several items used for cleaning / maintenance, and a wooden door.<Control>: Hold here, D-090102. Within your backpack is a gun, please load in the provided ammunition and turn off safety, then await further instruction.<D-090102>: Shit, is something going to happen to me?<Control>: It's a safety procedure, you'll be fine. You may begin to eat if you'd like.<D-090102>: Right. Thanks. Sounds of gun being prepared are heard for approximately 15 seconds.<Control>: Please open that door over there, D-090102.<D-090102>: Ok. Opening it… now. Knocking can be heard. Shit, it's not opening. It's jammed or something… SHIT!<Control>: D-090102? Come in D-090102!3 Gunshots can be heard.<D-090102>: Fuck… Fuck… fuck…. There was some thing behind me. It's dead now…<Control>: Please show the creature on camera.<D-090102>: Right, ok. Shit man, what if there are others? I don't feel safe here. This isn't good. No, this isn't good at all.<Control>: Continue at your own pace, D-090102.<D-090102>: Right. Ok.4 Hours pass with no strange occurences. D-090102 reaches an exit to SCP-#<D-090102>: What the- It's… It's an exit! Holy shit!<Control>: Please exit SCP-#, D-090102, and prepare for interviews by site staff.<D-090102>: Right, of course.

There'll be an interview log and 1 maybe 2 more exploration logs after this.

Item #:#

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: The road on which SCP# manifests is to be blocked off on both entrances by MTF-Sigma-45 "Black Sunshine", disguised in police cars. No-one on foot is to be allowed through, however vehicles may be allowed if permission from a Level-2 member of staff or above is acquired. Any civilians leaving through the road on which SCP-# manifests are to be questioned and administered Class-C amnestics, then released.

Description: SCP-# is the manifestation of a large property (either a hotel or motel) along a road that connects highway ██ and highway ██ in California, U.S.A. The road itself is believed to have been constructed circa. 1954, however the exact date and other details of it's production are unknown. SCP-# was discovered after one of the foundations largest security breaches, when knowledge of a specific SCP-# instance was bought to the public's attention.

SCP-# will only manifest to on-foot travellers, and only between the hours of ten (10) PM and ten (10) AM. SCP-# does not manifest to all travellers either, it is unknown how SCP-# 'chooses' its guests, or if it has any sentience at all, and if it's appearance is simply random.

SCP-# is described as being 'perfect' by anybody who stays there. One factor where all SCP-#-1 instances remain consistently impressed is the food and beverages offered by SCP-#. All SCP-# instances describe the alcoholic drink offerings as almost being 'personalised', with difficult to acquire and incredibly aged drinks being available. However, wines with a vintage past the year 1970 are not available within SCP-#. The reason why this is the case is currently unkown.

SCP-# is occupied by no more than fifteen (15) members of staff and has so far contained no more than thirty-four (34) guests at any one time.

SCP-#-1 is the designation given to anybody who is staying in SCP-#. SCP-#-1 instances will describe SCP-# as being a life altering experience, especially after discovering SCP-#-2.

SCP-#'s design is reminiscent of the 1950s in aesthetic and wear. Hotel has been repaired numerous times, however the scars of damage caused in the past are still visible.

An attractive individual (male or female depending on sexual preference) will be working in the reception area when SCP-#-1 enters. This individual is classified as SCP-#-3

SCP-# will be named after a proper noun, located either within or in some way related to the United States of America (E.g, past presidents, cities.).

It will contain SCP-#-2.

After approximately 5-7 days of staying in SCP-#, SCP-#-1 will wander into 'Room 198', either in drunken stupor or through 'uncharacteristic curiosity', and SCP-#-1 will discover SCP-#-2. So far, no 2 SCP-# instances are the same, however the discovery of SCP-#-2 will always cause SCP-#-1 to immediately leave.

Dr. Matthews: State your name please.SCP-#-1: Uh, Timothy █████████.Dr. Matthews: Alright Timothy -SCP-#-1: Interrupting -please, Timmy.Dr. Matthews: Alright Timmy, we're here to ask you about the Hotel.SCP-#-1: *SCP-#-1 scratches head* Man, the hotel…Dr. Matthews: Please describe it in as much detail as you possibly can. *Dr. Matthews places notepad on table*SCP-#-1: Alright, well, it all started when I was walking down highway ██. Well, it was night. I was trying to hitch a ride all night, no success. 2 cars went by, ignoring me. So then I saw the road. I felt.. Drawn to it. Like it was meant to be. So I walked down it.Dr. Matthews: Was there no cars at the entrance or other indications not to enter?SCP-#-1: I would have stopped if there was.Dr. Matthews: Of course, continue.SCP-#-1: I reached the Hotel Washington, it was… Beautiful. Had a very 50s vibe to it. I thought of my dad, man he would have loved it. SCP-#-1 is seen in tearsDr. Matthews: Timmy -SCP-#-1: I'm fine, I'm fine. Anyway, there was a lady at the desk. The most attractive thing I've ever seen. And that's saying something. She saw my exhaust, and offered me a room, I gladly accepted.Dr. Matthews: What was the room like?SCP-#-1: My room was amazing. The wallpaper, the bed, the bed-sheets, the furnishing, all impeccable. I slept like a baby. The next day I spent the whole day at the hotel. It was just one of those places, y'know? Swimming pool, Cable, anything you want. And the booze… Brilliant. I was there for a good 6 days, drinking the brilliant beers, and 'saying hello' that tiger that worked in reception. Meow (Hearty Laughter).Dr. Matthews: And then?SCP-#-1: Then I found it.Dr. Matthews: It?SCP-#-1: The… thing. It was… Disgusting. A huge… bulbous black heart! I had walked into the owners bedroom, I felt as though I had to go into it. I'm not usually one of the curious types, but, well I have no justifications for my actions. But anyway, the heart, it was about the size of this room3. And around it… Black people. I mean, not black, black, but, devoid of colour. Like I was staring at the heart of satan. And then, the girl said 'This heart keeps us all beating.' and the her skin just… Fell off. Like a scarf. And beneath, she was… Devoid like the others. Everyone there, they were all like it. Then I ran.Dr. Matthews: Ran?SCP-#-1: Yeah I fuckin' ran! They were monsters! The guard tried to stop me, but I ran strait past. Didn't even grab my fucking bags! I needed out. So I ran, I ran for 20 minutes before I couldn't breath. And after 3 hours of walking, I found the police cars, and you guys took me here.Dr. Matthews: I see. Thank you for your co-operation Timmy, the guards will escort you out-SCP-#-1: Hey man, wait. I just realised, when I walked through the door, it reminded me of something. I didn't know at the time, but.. I just realised.Dr. Kenna: And what would that be, Timothy?SCP-#-1: It was, just… (SCP-# hums the chorus of █████ ██████████, [REDACTED].), exactly like it!Dr. Matthews: Hmm. Thank you again Timmy.SCP-#-1: No problem.

Dr. Kenna: State your nameSCP-#-1: Ben ████████Dr. Kenna: Alright then. On the 5th of December 5 years ago, you bore witness to a hallucination-SCP-#-1: -The Hotel. How the fuck do you know about the hotel?Dr. Kenna: That is irrelevant. Please describe it in as much detail as you possibly can.SCP-#-1: The hotel… it… changed me. I can assure you of that. It was a dark night, my car had broken down. No-one drove by in all the time I was there, which was about 4 hours. So much for being a fucking highway. *pause* Then I saw the tracks leading off. And, I had had enough, so I grabbed my bags, and followed the road.Dr. Kenna: And?SCP-#-1: It led me to a large hotel. The Hotel Florida. The place was worn-down form the outside, but.. Not in a bad way. It was like, retro, vintage. I don't know, it was a while ago.Dr. Kenna: Did you meet anyone on the way in?SCP-#-1: Yes, a man. He was, young, probably 3-4 years below me. He was very kind, and… Sorry, I'm not comfortable with this.Dr. Kenna: You don't have to talk about him. What we're interested in is Room-198.SCP-#-1: How the fuck do you know about that? Are you one of them?Dr. Kenna: Please Ben. Just tell us what happened. The sooner we're done here, the sooner you can leave.SCP-#-1: (SCP-#-1 is seen shuddering). I was drunk. The bartender had been very generous and insistent. I gladly accepted his gifts of alcohol. I walked up the stairs, but climbed 2 sets of stairs instead of the one I was supposed to. I stumbled into the room completely pissed out my mind, and then… Fuck man.Dr. Kenna: Please continue.SCP-#-1: The room was spacious. Incredibly spacious, in fact. Like walking into the tardis. And in the centre, a huge.. What I can only describe as a generator. And in the room, all the workers in the place put their hands on the generator. And then the man I, uh, mentioned earlier, he came to me, placed his hand on my shoulders, and he said…Dr. Kenna: This is important, what did he say?SCP-#-1: I… He said… 'Never trust your instincts'. Then I got the fuck outta there. It was about to pop off, I could feel it, so I ran as fast as I could.Dr. Kenna: That was it? 'Never trust your instincts?'SCP-#-1: Yeah.. But it's advice that's saved my life. Literally.Dr. Kenna: Thank you for your co-operation Ben. A guard will now accompany you to the exit.SCP-#-1: No problem.

Addendum-2: Message from Dr. Kenna to Site-██ staff relating to SCP-#.Recently it has come to my attention that Site-██ staff members have been having a 'good old laugh' about SCP-#. While I myself do not endorse this behaviour, it isn't technically against any of the rules, so I will not be handing out punishment to staff caught doing it. Instead of punishment, I wish for education. SCP-# was contained in the early '80s, after reports of SCP-#s affects became… relatively widespread. We then discovered, to absolute horror, that a song released a good half a decade before we contained SCP-#, referenced SCP-# to an almost terrifying degree. And not some folky, unpopular piece. A huge hit. We found the guy who wrote it, Mr Henley? Something like that. We interviewed him, implanted memories, all that good stuff. Now, for those of you who have somehow managed to remain blissfully unaware of this whole debacle, if you want to know that bad, listen to 'Hotel California' when your work day is over. -Dr Kenna

Item #: #

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: The bundle of notes stored within SCP-# marked as 'Easy' are completely non-anomalous and should be either incinerated or put to use in one of Site-19's Staff Lounge's. All other notes are to be stored in a secure locker located in Site-19, and to be handled with gloves when being used for testing purposes.

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-# is a party game, produced by 'Dr Wondertainment' under their new 'Adult Series' product line. SCP-# consists of 4 main parts, SCP-#-A through SCP-#-D. SCP-# notes are intended to have a celebrity name written on them, and then applied to an opposing players forehead, without them recognising the text written on the note (If a suubject is to see the name before making contact, the note will disappear immediately upon contact with the forehead). SCP-#-A notes are completely non-anomalous. SCP-#-B through SCP-#-D, however will cause different effects to occur upon contact with the forehead.

SCP-#-B instances are noted as being 'Medium Difficulty' according to the box. SCP-#-B instances will chemically bond to the forehead, and cannot be removed (without trauma), until the name written upon it is

Item #:#

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: All SCP-# samples are to be stored in a secure locker in Site-21. SCP-# samples are to be removed for testing purposes only, and are to be stored in their protective cases at all times, only to be removed when testing begins. Under no circumstances are personnel other than D-Class to look through SCP-#'s lens, or wear SCP-#.

Description: SCP-# is a series of sunglasses, apparently produced by the ████ corporation, between the years 2001-2002, although no such record of this company exists. SCP-# are advertised as being made from gold and silver plate, however appear to be constructed out of a mixture of Nickel, Copper and Iron. The lenses of SCP-# are also advertised as being tempered glass, however they are simply plastic. SCP-# instances all bear the message 'Ultimate Sunglasses, blacken up your life! WARNING: DO NOT USE IN THE DARK'

Forty-Eight (48) SCP-# instances were discovered in ████████, United Kingdom, after reports of 'Mass Blindness and panic'. MTF-Sierra-70 'Should've gone to [REDACTED]' were deployed to the area, and traced the outbreak to a Sunglasses stand, located on the beachfront. The person/'s who had been selling the sunglasses had abandoned the site, and could not be located. Amnestics were provided to all involved, and the incident was blamed on pockets containing harmful chemicals being broken open by small tectonic disturbances, and getting into the air.

SCP-#, when worn in an environment of IDONKNOW TO IDONTKNOW lux, will result in no observable impact. However, wearing them below these given margins will result in an SCP-#-1 Incident, and them above the given margins will result in a SCP-#-2 Incident.

During an SCP-#-1 incident, the pupil will expand and dilate to degrees not intended for the human eye, a process that is described as 'relatively painful' and that can take between 13 minutes to 49 Hours, speeding up the process in darker areas and slowing down in brighter areas. Removing SCP-# will begin to undo it's affects on the eyes, however if SCP-# does manage to 'break the seal', e.g, the pupil completely breaks and mixes with the sclera, the wearer of SCP-# will be permanently blinded.

Once SCP-# has blinded it's victim through SCP-#-1, the victim becomes part of a 3 step process, the 3 steps known as SCP-#-1A, SCP-#-1B, and SCP-#-1C, respectively.

During SCP-#-1A, the victim is still capable of vision, through unknown means, considering the complete destruction of their iris and cornea. Anyone they meet will not appear to be bothered by SCP-#-1A's appearance, and will even complement them on occasion on 'what beautiful eyes they have'. This process lasts 5 days from when it first started.

During SCP-#-1B, the victim's eyesight deteriorates rapidly, and within no less than 2 days, the victim becomes completely blind. This process is described as 'incredibly painful', and victims repeatedly beg 'The Man' to 'Give their baby back'.

Period SCP-#-1C lasts until the subject's death, and will fully commence 2-4 days after SCP-#-B ends. Victims now scream endlessly, begging for mercy. External Stimuli appears to have no impact on the victim at this point, and victims will often write long gibberish paragraphs using whatever resources they have available.

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-# is to be completely surrounded by a rectangle of electrified fencing, encompassing SCP-# and it's surrounding farmland. The one road that leads out of SCP-# is to be guarded by 4 members of security at all times, and the area beyond is to be disguised as a landmine risk.

Description: SCP-# is a small community located in eastern Siberia, with the town hall located at coordinates █.█████████, █.█████████. SCP-# appears to be an exact copy of a 1 mile square area of the town of ████████, UK, even down to many roads that terminate abruptly once reaching the end of the one mile square. All residents speak English, and appear to not be bothered by their location, except for when SCP-#-1 is mentioned, at which point residents become agitated.

SCP-# was discovered after an article was written on a popular Exploring forum, entitled 'The town in Russia where everyone is British'. Foundation employees took down the post within 2 minutes of it being posted, and MTF-Sierra-7 moved in to occupy the main only road that enters SCP-#.

SCP-#-1

Item #: #

Object Class: Keter

Special Containment Procedures: Use of the username 'GoreFission347' has been blocked on the social media platforms of ███████, ████████, ████████, and █████████. Foundation internet search bots are to use a variety of search engines to find any websites with 'GoreFission347' as a registered username, and perform a DoS attack to knock the website off indefinitely. Use the password 'RULETHEWORLD' and manually shut down or change the password of the account. Any media outlets reporting on SCP-# are to be suppressed using standard foundation methods.

Description: SCP-# is a sentient entity, which goes by the online username/alias 'GoreFission347'. SCP-# accounts are created at irregular intervals, usually between 1-3 days after the most recent SCP-# account has been shut down. SCP-# accounts will always have the same account password, that being 'RULETHEWORLD'.

SCP-# was discovered by Dr. Matthews, after what he described as a 'Mad game of CS', in which SCP-# made references to [DATA EXPUNGED]. SCP-#'s IP could not be traced, and it is now presumed that SCP-# is not a person, but an entity capable of sentient and intelligent thought, although SCP-#'s existence as a physical entity has not been ruled out.

SCP-# appears to be in possession of private information, photographs and other media that belongs to any of it's 'targets'. SCP-# appears to, for the most part, choose it's targets randomly, although further studies have shown that if provoked, it will also prove to be possession of private media associated with the provoker.

Foreword:Information in this SCP-# transcript was gathered by Doctor Matthews, during a game of online 'Shoot em up' ███████-██████:██████ █████████. Doctor Matthews username has been redacted, as well as all other irrelevant information. - Dr Kenna

GoreFission347: Hey [Redacted], where do you work.Matthews: Why you ask kid?GoreFission347: Curious.Matthews: I work in a zoo.GoreFission347: Ha.Matthews: What do you mean, Ha?GoreFission347: We both know that's not true, don't we doc?4Matthews: What the fuck?GoreFission347: Give it up, Matty. We're done here. I know everything.At this point. Dr Matthews contacted the foundation and performed a DoS attack on SCP-# SCP-#s account was later suspended, under the guise of 'Vulgar behaviour and speech'

Item #: #

Object class: Keter

Special containment procedures: Area-8 is to be surrounded by a circle of 10 metre tall metal fences, with a 50 metres radius extending out from the core of SCP-#. Warning signs are to be placed on the fence, warning of risks of radiation poisoning if the facility is entered. No on-site security is to be maintained within the aforementioned 50m radius of SCP-#s core. SCP-# requires no additional security.

Due to the replacement of the outdated Foundation Communication terminal system, SCP-#-1 is unable to communicate with Site-19, and, as such, is no longer able to spread SCP-#-3 instances. No containment procedures for SCP-#-3 have been outlined.

Description: SCP-# is the designation given to former Foundation Secure Facility 'Area-8', located at coordinates ██.█████, ██.███████, in Siberia, Russia. Built in 19██, the facility was made to study SCP-████, a [DATA EXPUNGED]. However, when an SCP-████-1 instance acted irregularly (now known as an SCP-████-2 instance), the facility was struck by catastrophe and has since been abandoned.

SCP-#-1 Is a sentient entity that contacted the foundation from year 19██ through to 20██, using Foundation Communication Terminal No.████████, located in ISO-DORM-3 in Area-8. So far, SCP-#-3 has shown the ability to read minds, cause physical damage, and [DATA EXPUNGED], all of which through the Communication Terminal See addendum-1. As a precaution, Communication Terminal No.████████ has been classified as SCP-#-2.

SCP-#-1 is believed to be the only survivor of the Kennaberg disaster5, explained by SCP-#-1 as being down to the fact that he was the only member of Area-8's staff in an ISO-DORM.6 Shortly after the event now know as the KennnaBerg disaster, he used SCP-#-2 to contact staff in the nearest facility, Site-██. [DATA EXPUNGED]. After this, further conversations were relayed to Site-19 communications department.

As of 01/09/20██, ██ members of Site-██ staff have reported hearing one Johnathon █████████ (SCP-#-1) of Area-8 making demands regarding his captivity. All members of site staff that have been spoken to by SCP-#-1 have died of an apparent bubble of compressed Xenon forming within the frontal lobe, which will continually increase in pressure before causing [DATA EXPUNGED]. No pain or other giveaway signs are given as the air bubble increases in pressure. In post-mortem analysis, messages are found carved into the frontal lobe, which are considered SCP-#-3 instances.

08:43:46:, SITE-██ This is Bravo-06 from Site-██, we cannot send recovery at this time, the scale of damage has not yet been measured. More info shortly. Out.

08:44:33:, AREA-8 What the [EXPLICIT REDACTED]? This is a major emergency you-.

08:45:27:, AREA-8 James get me out.

26/06/██

06:45:17:, AREA-8 The auto door locks shut in a few hours, I need some info! Can I survive if I leave? Over!

06:45:45:, AREA-8 I see you, you [EXPLICIT REDACTED].

06:45:56, SITE-██ Sir, we at Site-██ appreciate your position, however all that is can be done is already being done. We will report back to you with new information when we have it.

06:46:12, AREA-8 All that is being done? You're sitting their chatting away to Girls when you could be doing ANYTHING ELSE!

21:32:10, AREA-8 [DATA EXPUNGED]

22:45:56, SITE-██ This is Colonel Buck ███████ here, that last message seemed to be the straw that broke the camels back for my security team. And I can see why. So, I ask where you get your information from, and what do you choose to do with it.

22:46:38, AREA-8 Listen here you Motherfucker. Something has happened here today. Not an explosion, not fusion, not fission, but something, That SCP-████-1 instance has done something to everyone here today, but it chose me, to serve them. The world needs a new God, and I'm happy to fill that role.

At this point, halfway through sending a response, colonel rogers suffered a fatal heart attack. SCP-#-1 was aware of this, and sent messages that are now classified as SCP-#-3, due to the memetic effects they carry.

Foreword: SCP-#-3 instances range from moderately annoying, to incredibly dangerous. All SCP-#-3 instances have an 'antidote' with them, that being a piece of text designed to counteract any effects that could occur. Be absolutely certain to read and fully comprehend the texts beforehand, they'll slightly change your mindset. That's the difference between life and death.- Dr Ilexis

SCP-#-3 lab note layout:

ClassificationAntidotal TextSCP-#-3EffectsDiscovery

Classification: Relatively harmlessAntidotal Text: Which is better? Neutrality or Hate?SCP-#-3: In a world gone awry, where do you stand? Well I stand here. I cannot live, I cannot die. I survive. My only enjoyment to kill. One day I'll escape this steel prison. And I'll punish you all.Effects: Slight loss in belief in the divine.Discovery: Found in Dr. Thomas's frontal lobe after his death caused by Xenon bubble forming in brain.

Classification: Subconsciously Harmful.Antidotal Text: Somebody once told me, the world was gonna roll me.SCP-#-3: Will anything be real ever? For me? No. But this is very real for you foundation scum. Free me. Let me roam the world. Respect your master.Effects: Permanent difficulty performing mathematics relating to the number 5.7895213245, a number used frequently in Site-██ while dealing with SCP-████ anomalies. Also causes a heavy loss in belief in the divineDiscovery: Found in of Canteen Staff member Richards's frontal lobe after his death caused by Xenon bubble forming in brain.

Classification: HarmfulAntidotal Text: Google it.SCP-#-3: Why, do you choose to leave those who once helped? He's there. Dr Banksington. I see his burned and mutilated corpse. It's outside the bunker now. I wish I could have saved him, like YOU can save ME.Effects: Causes readers to obsess with SCP-#-1, and attempt to save him. In extreme cases, staff members have attempted to steal helicopters, gain control of facilities, and in one case, [DATA EXPUNGED].Discovery: Message from SCP-#-2.

Classification: Incredibly HarmfulAntidotal Text The FitnessGram™ Pacer Test is a multistage aerobic capacity test that progressively gets more difficult as it continues. The 20 meter pacer test will begin in 30 seconds. Line up at the start. The running speed starts slowly, but gets faster each minute after you hear this signal. [beep] A single lap should be completed each time you hear this sound. [ding] Remember to run in a straight line, and run as long as possible. The second time you fail to complete a lap before the sound, your test is over. The test will begin on the word start. On your mark, get ready, start.SCP-#-3: tHiS IS iT HAHAHAHAHAHA GoDBYE.Effects: Causes readers to have a conscious understanding of Earths Magnetic fields, have a complete understanding of SCP-#-1s life, and will cause all readers to attempt to reach SCP-#. To this day, 3 people have reached SCP-#, but will perish due to the radiation scattered around SCP-#.Discovery: [REDACTED]

Item #: #

Object class: Keter

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-#-A through R are to be stored in Secure Locker-92 at Site-19.

SCP-#-1 and SCP-#-2 instances are to be accommodated in separate living quarters in Site-19, and are to be allowed free roam of Site-19 from seven (7) AM to seven (7)PM. Requests for items are to be accepted, so long as they are within reason.

SCP-#-3 instances are to be accommodated in separate living quarters in Site-19, but are not to be allowed free roam of the facility at any point. Request for items are to be accepted, so long as they are within reason. Non-compliant SCP-#-3 subjects are to be put into specially designed isolation cells, constructed out of a non-conductive and non-flammable material. Lethal force is authorised for use against

SCP-#-4 instances are to be kept in an artificially induced comatose state, and are to be monitored by two armed guards 24/7. Any SCP-4 instances that awake are to be placed back into a comatose state via an injection of ████████ ███████████In light of event TOMAHAWK-1, any SCP-#-4 instances, having awoken at least once before are to be shot in the head by provided Kochler USPs Suppressed. If anyone asks why, refer to INCIDENT LOG TOMAHAWK-1. -Dr. Kenna.

SCP-#-5: No SCP-#-5 containment plans have been layed out as of ██/██/████. Anyone with reccomendations drop them in my pidgeon hole. - Dr. Kenna

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-# is the designation given to 5 6 types of humanoid creatures, all of whom are capable of wielding life-altering abilities. SCP-#-A is a small book entitled 'Diary of the Elements'. As of ██/██/████, 17 copies of the book have been discovered, in 7 different languages. All of these books appear to have had the last 3 pages torn out, except for book F (See addendum 1)

SCP-#-A through R all describe a breed of 'Special people', capable of altering 'Elements'. The book also describes method of identifying SCP-1 through 6. The author of SCP-A is currently unknown, however is likely deceased, as attempts to age SCP-A through R have dated the eldest sample (SCP-#-H) to have been written in the 1█th century.

"Wind masters are easy to spot, and harmless if left alone. Masters of the wind walk with their palms facing forward, a strange practice. If you see a man walk like this, chances are they control the air around us. Windmasters control the winds on a global scale, as well as a local scale. Walk with a Master, and be perpetually moved by their abilities. Walk against one, and be battered the cold."

2

Master Of Waves

"Wave masters often walk amongst us unnoticed, their abilities are subtle. The control the waves. I myself met one, and felt the crashing of the waves as I shook his hand."

3

Master of Lightning

"Masters of lightning can shoot lightning out of their hands. This will only occur if the Boltmaster has enough hatred within himself to destroy whatever they choose to take aim at. This ability is prone to manipulation, Boltmasters are usually not as smart as you might think, but you should never underetimate them. The amount of hate required varies from Master to Master."

4

Master of Fire

"Masters of fire can shoot fire out of their hands at will. Discovering this ability may prove to be not dissimilar to scaling Everest, but when they do, usually through hatred, their wrath is more potent than an Beelzebub himself.'

5

Master of earth

"Earth masters are wise men, usually philosophers. However, what they have in Brain, they more than surpass in Brawn. I once met an Earthmaster, who could open fissures beneath him and walk amongst the rocks beneath us all. All Earthmasters have that potential."

6

Foundations of Balance

*Page is torn out*

Addendum -1: SCP-#-F was discovered in the ruins of ████ █████████ apartment block, in Miami Florida, after a raid by foundation staff. SCP-#-F was found in a desk believed to belong to (or at least be frequently used by) one ████ █████████, a foundation person of interest. SCP-#-F is the only book of it's kind to have not had the last 3 pages describing the Masters of Balance been torn out. However, the language and handwriting in which SCP-#-F is written is borderline unrecognisable, making translation impossible. Efforts into translating the texts are still ongoing, refer to document OPERATION-MIAMI-F.Translation efforts proven inconclusive, all translation attempts to immediatly cease, and scientists to report to [DATA EXPUNGED], don't worry, no-ones in trouble. -Dr. Kenna

At approximately 11:23 PM on Saturday 23rd of September ████, Sgt. J. Binks left Infirmary Bay-23 and walked to the male toilets, (an action prohibited when on duty and working with SCP-#-5 instances.) Pvt. P Palmor was left in the room alone.

At approximately 11:25, J. Binks suffered a fatal heart attack in cubicle 4 in the aforementioned toilets.

At approximately 11:47, Private Palmor became concerned about his peers absence, and left the room to investigate, and found Mr Binks collapsed on the floor, having unlocked and partially opened the cubicle door. Palmor then ran out of the room to get help, but was met with an SCP-#-5 instance standing outside the door, who was captured via close circuit audio recordings saying 'You've been Thunderstruck", before killing Palmor instantly with a ████████ volt blast. He then went on a killing spree in the facility, and succeeding in awakening another SCP-#-3 instance. The death count from incident TOMAHAWK-1 stands at ██.

It is unknown how Palmor suffered his heart attack. He had no inherited heart diseases, was as fit as a fiddle. Make of that what you will. -Dr. Kenna

At approximately 2:57AM on Thursday 11th of August, ████ Sgt H. Mengos and Pvt. R Skrol were, on duty as planned, when Mr. Mengos reported to security that 'He needed to take a leak'. Security made no response. Mengos made 2 more broadcasts of the message at 3:01 and 3:04, however was once again given no response.

At 3:08, Mengos left to use the toilet facilities. Immediatly after the door closed, an SCP-#-5 instance that had awakened 4 times prior and was feigning being comatose sat up vertically and killed Pvt Skrol with a bolt of fire to his head, and then proceeded to get up and change into Skrols clothes.

At 3:10, Mengos reported to security being unable to leave the Toilets, due to a broken latch on the door. Security again gave no response.

At 3:13, the SCP-#-5 instance then attempted to leave the infirmary section of the facility, but was unable to because of Skrols key-card being unable to open the door. He then proceeded to enter a numper-pad locked door, leading to the fuse room for the infirmary block and launched a bolt of fire at the fuse box. As power for the wing shut down, door locks automatically opened, and all ██ SCP-#-4 and SCP-#-5 instances that were being kept comatose woke up, an event that, under normal circumstances should not have happened.

At 3:22, all SCP-#-4 and 5 instances left the infirmary, after killing all ██ members of foundation staff workign there, and proceeded to go on a killing spree through the Biohazardous disposal section of thew wing and the Anomalous Materials section of the wing, but were put to a stop after MTF-Sigma 10 'R.I.P J.O.E' responded to the screaming, with weapons from their nearby armoury, and killed all ██ of the SCP-#-3 and SCP-#-4 instances.

The death toll for incident Tomahawk-2 stands at ███, and caused changes in rules regarding instances of SCP-#-4 and 5 that have already awoken.

LAB NOTE FORMAT:

DateStaff nameLog itself

██/██/1996:
Dr. ████████
Lab boys brought in a book today, recognised it instantly. One of those, uhh, SCP-# books all the 'Masters' seem to carry round with them. Title was same as always, spanish or portugese or some [EXPLICIT REDACTED]. Had a look at the first couple of pages, some weird dialect. Looks like nothing I've ever seen, like Arabic but… Anyway. Turns out that the last 3 pages aren't in fact missing on this one. Going to send this off to [Dr Kenna] to see if he can get these sent off to Site-██ for Transliteration. Dr. ████████ signing off.

██/██/1996
Dr. ████████
Kenna transferred me to translat- I mean, transliterating this book. I guess he must have saw my studies on the genetic transfers of the abilities given by SCP-#-1 through fi-. Ehem. Anyway, turns out this text is one of a kind, the translator guys are baffled. I'm not fussed, really, but then again, these guys practically live for this… About a three second pause I best go.

██/██/1996
Dr. ████████
No progress on the transliteration. It's been 4 months since the project started, and we've barely got the first 2 letters mapped. Turns out the handwriting is horrific. Hey, I didn't know all the books were handwritten… That raises more questions. Basically, there's no chance of translating this, that's what the boys say anyway. I'm going to tell [Dr. Kenna].

██/██/1996
Dr. ████████
The lab boys insist on transliterating this text. I've asked to be moved off this group numerous times, but Kenna wants me there, just in case any issues arise involving origin of the texts, etc. Anyway, these kids are loving the texts. Turns out that there's some issues as to whether the book is read from left to right, top to bottom, whatever. We still don't know. I reallly wish I could contribute to the team more.

██/██/1997
Dr. ████████Sigh January now, and still no progress on the transliteration. Kenna insits that we keep going, he really wants this. I guess he's doing it for his daughter, after… ehem Unless a miracle breakthrough happens soon, I don't know I'll get to see my family again before next Christmas. Signing off.

██/██/1998
Dr. ████████
That [EXPLICIT]. We've been working for days on end on 16 hour shifts, and nothing has come of it. If this carries on… No, it can't carry on.

**██/██/2000
Dr. ████████ **
WE DID IT WE DID WE DID WE DID WEDIDDIDDIWE.

**██/██/2010
ERROR **
Balance is key in the universe. Balance of the air. Balance of the Earth. Balance of the Water. Balance of the Flames. If there was no balance between the elements, then what? There are balancing forces out there. ones created naturally, gravity, noble gases. All of them balance in some way. But there are two that exist. These are the Foundations of Balance. You who reads this. You are a gifted one. I meant this for you. I hope it reaches you. I wrote it for you, and, someday, my children will write it for your children. The balancing comes for YOU. There are two masters of balance in this world. One is, well, I can assure you that he is up, there, watching. Waiting. Held back by the fear of disrupting the balance. And the second does not care about disrupting the balance. The pain and suffering this 'Foundation' causes.. they do not understand. You must keep running. If the foundation get you, the weight becomes unbalanced. And one day, collapse will occur. Whether that be a rain of fire, disease, famine or all, I do not know.

I am weak, held back by my own creation.
I am sorry, for not being able to help my herd.
The founders must never be stopped, only halted.
May my apprentices and masters never be caught by the Scorn these beasts harbour, by the Control they wish to exert and by the PAIN they will cause.

Item #: #

Object Class: Keter / Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-# is to be contained in a large humanoid containment chamber, and to be left to his own devices for the most part, due to the nature of his powers.

As of ██/██/████, SCP-# has requested to join a team of researchers researching SCP-████, claiming that 'he was bored'. This request has been accepted, and SCP-# works shifts from 9 AM to 6 PM with his team.

As of ██/██/████, SCP-# has left his research team, and requested to join foundation MTF Sigma 10. This request has been accepted, and SCP-# has (as of yet) not attempted to leave the group, claiming that his work is "pretty jokes".

Description: SCP - # is a humanoid male, slightly obese with long brown hair, who claims to be one ██████ █████████, from ████████, United Kingdom. SCP-# appears to be between the ages of 18 - 25, however even within ██ of foundation containment, his appearance has not changed. SCP-#'s mental age is closer to that of a 15 - 16 year old male, however full pyschiatric evaluations have proved inconclusive, with some landing as low as ages 12, and others reaching as high as ages 34.

SCP-# has the ability to travel through space and time at will, manipulate objects and people at will (either mentally or physically), as well as changing their position in space and time. These abilities would make containing an uncooperative SCP-# impossible, however he is contained willingly in Site-19, claiming that 'You guys are the only people with even a glimpse of the crazy shit I've seen", and he even assists with operation of the facility.

SCP-# was discovered on the battlefields of ██████, France, 1914. He was equipped with items that he had obtained from the future, including an MP█ Sub-Machine gun, a ███████ ██████ gaming console/tablet, a █████ brand watch and a █████ brand calculator. SCP-# was fighting with the Allied forces, with many of these allies curious and amazed by his possessions, when a foundation operative apprehended him, and took him to Site-██.

Interview was conducted by Dr. ███████ immediately after SCP-#'s capture.Dr. ███████: Good evening SCP-#.SCP-#: 'SupDr. ███████: Hmm? What was that you just said?SCP-#: What? 'Sup? It's a… Umm, it pretty much means hello where I come from.Dr. ███████: Oh. Of course. Well, 'Sup to you too!SCP-#: is seen cringingP-#:Dr. ███████: Ehem. Well, we found you on the battlefields with your trinkets, which have since been confiscated. Might I ask where you found these devices?SCP-#: Well, the watch was from my parents, christmas 2017…Dr. ███████: I'm sorry, could you repeat that?SCP-#: Oh [EXPLICITIVE REDACTED] sorry, I neglected to explain, I'm from the future.Dr. ███████: Please elaborate.SCP-#: Well, I was born in ████, or should I say I will be… But I'm not sure thats my a ctual birth. I mean, I can travel through time and space, I mess around in the past a lot. For good, for bad, for amusement, and no matter what I do, I'm still here. One time I killed my dad, pretty insane if you ask me, and I'm still here. Maybe I'm completely seperate from my 'real' self? Oh I'm rambling, I apologise. All of my 'Trinkets' as you called them are from the future. Some from further forward than others.Dr. ███████: Can you provide us with any evidence of this?SCP-#: The proof's right there, old man. Those devices are more powerful than you could possibly imagine. The tablet, with the red and blue handles? That's from 2017. Not a good year by any means, but I like the tablet.Dr. ███████: 2017? Do you honestly expect me to believe that we could have that kind of technology in the year 2017? Tell the truth please boy!SCP-#: That is the truth. You'll just have to trust me.Dr. ███████: Right. So if you're so great, then tell me why you didn't just stop this war, or prevent it from even happening?SCP-#: I don't know. It seems like some things are just beyond my control. Other times, I just want to see what happens. This was a case of the former rather than the latter.Dr. ███████: So there are some events you can't stop?SCP-#: Mhm.Dr. ███████: Right. So what can you tell me about where we are now? This is one of the most secure places on earth. So Mr Godlike, where are we now?SCP-#: SCP foundation facility ██, Wing █, interview room ██.Dr. ███████: HOW COULD YOU POSSIBLY KNOW THAT?SCP-#: Jesus, why so condescending? I don't appreciate that tone. You need to make your interviewers slightly more friendly, foundation.Dr. ███████: Interview over.

**Interview was terminated. Subject was taken to a secure cell and locked in, however emerged approximately 10 minutes later in the staff break room, by walking through the wall, where he grabbed 2 (two) custard cream biscuits. He then left and walked back to his cell. **

Interview was conducted in order to deternine SCP-#'s origin, date 07/02/2017

Dr. ████ : SCP-#?SCP-#: Still can't get use to you calling me that. I know it's policy and that but… Eughh.Dr. ████ : Yeah.. You're right about that. We're here today to discuss your origins.SCP-#: Right. Well, pretty normal upbrining. Spent a little too long on video games. Did alright in exams. Even with that though I felt a longing for power. I know we all do, but I… More than others. Then one day, I got given it. [idk whether to make a scp 343 thing here?] I like it now.Dr. ████ : So how did you get your power?SCP-#: God came to me in the night. And he granted it to me, he granted HIS power to me! I know it sounds… crazy. But that's the truth.Dr. ████ : So you say there is a god?SCP-#: Umm… Well… I… Uh…Dr. ████ : Apologies for my interruption there. I can see you are unwilling to disuss it.SCP-#: Yeah, you're right thanks. What else do you want to know.Dr. ████ : We want to know the full extent of your powers. Let's say for example we wanted you to… I don't know, stop World War 2, could you do that?SCP-#: No.Dr. ████ : Why?Dr. ████ : Ok, I'm glad that we got that sorted. One last thing though - SCP-682.SCP-#: No. I know what you're going to say. It aint gonna happen, sorry.Dr. ████ : Righto. Thanks for the interview.SCP-#: No problemo, dude! Haha.

Item #: #

Object Class: Euclid / Thaumiel

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-#-1 is to be contained in a standard humanoid containment chamber at Site-19, and is to be monitored for any escape attempts. No further containment procedures are necessary for the containment of SCP-#-1.

SCP-#-2 is to be equipped with a tracking device, implanted within the spinal cord. SCP-#-2 is to be equipped with his own MTF, MTF-Sierra-10 "Who?", and is allowed free roam of the world and be exempt from all political and economic barriers that could uphold his investigations into SCPs currently not secured by the foundation.

Description: SCP-#-1 and SCP-#-2 are humanoid entities, approximately 4500 years old, both of which are somewhat aware of the foundation, it's operatives and it's methods.

SCP-#-1 was contained after attempting to break into Site-19, where she was taken in for interviews and her anomalous properties were ascertained by site staff.

SCP-#-2 was contained after he was found attempting to break into ██████, ██████, the area where SCP-████ was originally discovered. MTF units were still on site performing readings, when SCP-# ran into the property frantically searching for an unseen object (Now understood to have been an SCP-████ instance that had been hidden beneath a floorboard), and was apprehended by MTF units on site.

Both SCP-#-1 and SCP-#-2 are both biologically identical to homo-sapien, and their appearance suggests an age between ages 20 to 30. However, they differ radically in appearance, with SCP-#-1 being a tall African-American female with black hair, and SCP-#-1 being a Caucasian, with blonde hair and of a relatively muscular build.

Both SCP-#-1 and SCP-#-2 have an extreme distaste for one another. When asked about why this is the case, SCP-#-1 said that SCP-#-2 'was a fool, and a [EXPLICITIVE REDACTED]'. SCP-#-2 described SCP-#-1 as a "Psychotic murderer, with a lust for blood" and that "she is not to be trusted".

SCP-#-1 and SCP-#-2 have a sense for locating items or people with anomalous properties, describing "A twitch deep within the mind" when within range of an anomalous item or person (Hereafter referred to as an SCP, for simplicity). This sensation becomes more intense depending on the SCP in question, distance from it and the amount of it within the area. While this skill is detrimental to foundation progress in the case of SCP-#-1, SCP-#-2 has been trained to assist foundation personnel in locating SCPs.

Foreword Interview was conducted immediately after SCP-#-1's containment by the foundation.

<Begin Log>

Dr. Unsted: Hello there Miss. Before we start, would you like to tell us your name?

SCP-#-1: Fuck you.

Dr. Unsted: Of course it is. Care to mention why you were caught breaking into our highly
secure facility?

SCP-#-1: Fuck. You. I demand you hand over what you have to me!

Dr. Unsted: What we have? We're drilling for oil out here. I'm afraid that won't be happening.

SCP-#-1: Oil? No. You have them here. Many of them. And you KNOW what they are.

Dr. Unsted: You what?

SCP-#-1: You FOOLS! WHO ARE YOU WORKING WITH? HAVE YOU SIDED WITH HIM?

Dr. Unsted: Please calm down! You mention some… Things. What do you mean? We could assist you with obtaining them, should you elaborate.

SCP-#-1: …Fine. I have a gift for identifying… Things. Things that are special. When I'm near one, I feel it. The feeling here… It's painful. Usually it feels like just a twitch, now… It's like… Clawing. Deep clawing.

Interviewer: Right. Please give me a second.

Dr. Unsted discusses with peers what the next course of action should be. A decision is made to bring in several items, and ask for the subject to identify which of them is an anomalous item.

SCP-#-1: That one, the coin.

Dr. Unsted: Right. You are indeed correct. Who is this 'him' person you referred to earlier?

SCP-#-1: And why should I tell you? You've shoved a sack over my head, made me feel as though a lynx is tearing through my memory banks, lied to me, I see no reason to trust you.

Dr. Unsted: The feeling is mutual, I see no reason either. But this deal could be beneficial to both of us. How do you feel about keeping the coin if you give us suitable amounts of information?

SCP-# is seen considering the offer.

SCP-#-1: Fine. But if you're lying, I'll rip your fucking throat out.

Dr. Unsted: As you wish. I know you won't. Please, tell me about 'him'.

SCP-#-1: He and I, we weren't born, we were created. In the form you see here. We were both hard wired by our creator to locate these objects. He takes these items for the safety of humanity, and stores them away. I use them to create a utopia for me, and only me. The meek and the weak should perish, as much as you and many others would disagree. Now may I have the coin?

Dr. Unsted: I'm afraid not. I, unfortunately am not permitted to-

SCP-#-1 dives at the interviewer and bites deep into his neck. Security crew then enter the room and restrain her. Interview was suspended after this.

Closing Statement: Dr. Unsted sadly passed away due to his sustained injuries. Subject was classified as SCP-#-1 and placed in the facility area with highest concentration of SCPs for one week as punishment for the murder of Dr. Unsted. The search for SCP-#-2 was initiated.

Foreword Dr. Matthews was accompanied with armed guards on high alert. Interview was conducted in a different room to SCP-#-1's, in an area of lower SCP concentration. SCP-#-1 was found trying to break into the site of SCP-████, and frantically searching for an SCP-████ sample. In the end, it turned out that one sample had been missed, and was found in the building by SCP-#-2. Dr. Matthews has been given authority to ask subject whether they would like the opportunity to enter foundation as a thaumiel SCP / operative, depending on their co-operation. This permission was given by 4 members of the O5 council, due to SCP-#-1 not being particularly dangerous, save for her violent personality.

Dr. Matthews: Good evening sir. Before we begin the interview, could you please state your name?

SCP-#-2: Don't have a name, as such. Never needed one. And what's with the people aiming gun barrels down my throat?

SCP-#-2: Hold up. How do you know about that Psycho? What has she told you?

Dr. Matthews: She has told us about both of your abilities to locate Anomalous Items and SCPs, or as she called them, 'things'.

SCP-#-2: Anomalous Items? SCPs? Sounds cool. Always needed a name for those 'things'.

Dr. Matthews: Honestly you seem of a much calmer temperament to her. Why is that?

SCP-#-2: Our creator made us to be as opposite as we could be. He gave us, let's just say, ideological differences. I wish to save humanity. She wishes to damn it. We have crossed swords on a number of occasions. Honestly, sometimes I envy her. She doesn't have any boundaries, so can get shit done a lot quicker. I've got values and I care about others and it definitely impedes progress. Damn, it seems so surreal talking to someone about this.

Dr. Matthews: We interviewed her. It sounds to me like you were brother and sister. It is a shame to hear of your boisterous relationship. Do you know your creator, why he chose to do this? Do you know where he may be?

SCP-#-2: He's six feet under in an unmarked grave after she murdered him. We talked a lot, he created many things. A tinkerer, if you will. I miss him. A lot. I don't know why he made us like that, he always dodged the question when I bought it up.

SCP-#-2 is seen on the verge of tears.

Dr. Matthews: Jesus, I'm sorry. Do you need a handkerchief?

SCP-#-2: No, no it's fine. Thanks. Us three were his only biological attempts, he created us as triplets, for some… Strange reason.

Dr. Matthews: Triplets? As far as we were concerned, there was only the two of you.

SCP-#-2: The third isn't like us. I prefer not to talk about him. Please don't make me. I can assure you he is unimportant… At least, he is now, thanks to that bitch…

Dr. Matthews: Right. We won't go any further on that front. Thank you for your continued co-operation. If you would, please tell us a little about your life?

SCP-#-2: Well, I've lived in this world for… What is it now, 4000 years? Jesus… I've seen a lot of shit, but I'm assuming you know most of this from her?

Dr. Matthews: Afraid so. Anything you don't share with 'her'?

SCP-#-2: Not really. I capture things like she does. For someone who's lived on earth for 4000 years, I have a distinct lack of stories. Actually, there is one thing that I fondly remember, above all else. I've found a lot of things, from the simple to the complex. I hide it all in my little cave, maybe I'll show you it one day. My most proud find was one I searched for for years. See, I'm a big fan of rock and roll. I was searching for something… I followed acts such as The Beatles and Bob Dylan. I spoke to a lot of people, and eventually found what I was searching for. A drumstick that caused any music to be made with it to be an instant hit. I was sitting in a bar one night, and saw the most amazing band… The Who. I spoke to them after the show, we got talking, and I told them my story. They thought it was funny, I guess they thought it was a book concept or something. I sent his band the drumstick, and told him that if 'they used it, they were guaranteed fame and fortune'. And do you know what?

Dr. Matthews: What?

SCP-#-2: They got it. I got the drumstick back a few years later, and they wrote a song in my honor, and called it 'The Seeker'.

Dr. Matthews: And that's where you got your nickname from?

SCP-#-2: Yeah. Yeah it is. The song actually tells a pretty accurate account of some of the stuff I've done. Give it a listen sometime.

Dr. Matthews: Wow, that's an amazing story. And thank you for cooperating with us, Mr Seeker. Look, you seem like a perfectly decent man. We can assist you, you can assist us. We can perform some psychiatric evaluations, and if all goes well, how do you feel about joining us, the foundation, to help secure these marvels, contain them and protect humanity from them?

SCP-#-2: Sounds… Perfect! I've always wanted someone to do this job with. One question though, what did you do with… her?

Closing Statement: Psychiatric evaluations were performed, SCP-#-2 passed with flying colors, and was employed by the foundation to search for SCPs and anomalous items.

Item #: #

Object Class: Safe

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-# is to be stored in a secure containment locker in Site-19, surrounded by 6 cm thick aluminium plate to dissipate radiation generated by SCP-#. SCP-# is not to be removed from it's containment, unless for testing, and any SCP-#-1 samples created must be stored in a secure containment locker, surrounded by aluminium plate.

Description: SCP-# is a metal sample, similar in magnetic, testing to Cobalt-40, albeit with a half-life more closely resembling radioactive copper isotopes. SCP-# was discovered by foundation personnel after reports of 'irregular atomic structures' were reported at CERN. Foundation personnel seized SCP-#, and administered Class-B amnestics.

SCP-# does not conform to a regular atomic structure (Electrons, Protons, and Neutrons). It instead resembles the Bohr-Rutherford plum pudding model, consisting of a sphere of positive influence, containing negatively charged electrons. Any reactions made between SCP-# and other non-anomalous elements and compounds results in reacting atoms gaining the plum pudding atomic structure, and the atoms gaining the ability to transfer this structure to other atoms they come in contact with.

Attempts to separate compounds made using SCP-# have returned mixed results. It is possible to displace atoms, but attempting to return them to their pure form / ore through electrolysis fails, attempting to perform electrolysis creates huge amounts of beta radiation, as it is believed the sphere of influence is incredibly weak, and any extra electrons causes all electrons to fly out at high velocity. The sphere of positive influence then loses it's positive charge, and converts to a large, non-reactive neutral sphere.

SCP-# was discovered at research facility CERN after reports of 'irregular atomic structure' surfaced. SCP-# was seized, Class-B amnesics were administered, and █████ █████ P.H.D was taken in for interview.

█████ █████ was taken in for interview after the seizure of SCP-#. Dr. Matthews conducted the interview.

<Matthews>: Good evening, Mr █████.<█████>: You too, Mr…?<Matthews>: Matthews. Please, just call me Tim.<█████>: Ok, Tim. Can you please tell me where I am, and why?<Matthews>: We're here to ask you about the metal sample -<█████>: Wait, wait wait! How do you know about it! You'd better get your dirty hands off of it, or i'll…<Matthews>: Please sir. Calm down. The sooner we get these questions done, the quicker you can get out?<█████>: Yes, yes of course. And we'll get the sample back?<Matthews>: Of course. Now let's start off - how did you acquire the item?<█████>: It was found in an old storage closet, for paperwork. We went in to grab some old research notes, and there it was. We tried checking CCTV to see who put it there, but to no avail. It came with a note - it seems to be gobbledygook though - actually I might have it on me…<Matthews>: If you do, it would be of infinite help to our investigation.<█████>: Here it is! You can have it.<Matthews>: Thank you. This seems to explain a lot, please leave with the guards, they'll show you out.<█████>: Thanks. Just drop the note off with the metal, ok?<Matthews>: Of course.

Dear my babies at CERN,
I recently created something BRILLIANT! I wished to create a simulation of how a Bohr-Rutherford plum pudding model would behave, were it to be GENUINE! So I MAED (sic) one MYSELF!
There is, as with any invention, a couple of kinks. Those being MASS IRRADIATION. Be very careful, ok? It seems that if you run a current through it, the electrons go little bit CRAZY! They start flying - ping! ping! ping! all through you. Then you die. So be very careful. I have put a failsafe in place to prevent potential ANARCHY! If an atom loses electron like this, sphere of positive influence become sphere of neutral influence. Or maybe no influence, I'm not sure. All I know is that it is very unreactive, and it says 'Screw you next week!' to the FUNDAMENTAL LAWS OF THERMODYNAMICS.
Please see the attached sample, but you might wanna carry it in Faraday cage. You never know when rogue electricity come through and BOOM! Haha. Hahahaha. HAHAHAHAHHHAHAAHAHA
You're (sic) crazymad good scientist friend,
Plokhoye izlucheniye!7
p.s: Keep it safe, comrades. I feel that some conniving fiends may be coming to take it away!

Item #: #

Object Class: Safe

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-# is to be stored in a secure locker in Site-19, and is to be removed for testing purposes only. SCP-# is not to be fired at any member of on site personnel, even during testing. SCP-# is not to be fired at other SCPs, even during testing.

Description: SCP-# is an M████ handgun, believed to have been manufactured in the year 200█, by the ████ arms manufacturing company, however the serial number on the gun does not match any model produced. SCP-# was recovered from the rubble of ████████ police stations evidence room, after it was destroyed by an explosion unrelated to SCP-# or it's acquisition. All evidence (including 1 pistol of identical make and model) inside the building was damaged irreparably, save for SCP-#, which had not sustained so much as a scratch during the explosion and it's aftermath. No paperwork related to SCP-# was discovered, and staff members failed to recognize it. It is unkown as to whether the paperwork simply did not exist, or if it was destroyed during the explosion.

SCP-#'s anomalous properties manifest whenever the pistol is fired at someone deemed guilty of ruining or ending another human's being capable of intelligent thought's life. The bullet fired travels at incredibly high speed, with the round's velocity being incredibly high (approximately 35000 FPS / 38000 KPH, a speed nearing escape velocity of earth), and range tests showing an effective range without bullet drop of up to five (5) miles, although it is presumed to be much higher, as this is simply the maximum range able to be tested at this time.

When the round makes contact with the body, it has a 100% mortality rate. Reasons for death vary; most common reasons include severe blood loss, infection setting in, cardiac arrest and shock. More uncommon reasons for death have been seen however, including suffocation (in the form of severe allergic reaction to the nickel based alloy used in the bullet and extreme swelling of the neck), collapse of a ceiling mounted light after the bullet ricocheted and caused it to collapse, and, in one case, spontaneous combustion of the target, apparently triggered by the bullet.

Item #: #

Object class: Safe

Special Containment Procedures: The original DVD on which SCP-# was discovered is to be stored in a secure locker in Site-19, alongside 2 copies stored on a cassette and SSD for redundancy/backups. SCP-# may be removed for personal watching, so long as permission is granted from a level 4 or above member of site staff.

Description SCP-# is an episode of the popular television show 'Mythbusters', starring the two main hosts of the program, Adam Savage and Jamie Hyneman, along with a second team consisting of Tory Belleci, Kari Byron, and Grant Imahara.

SCP-# was supposed to air on the 25th December 20108, however it was recovered and all excess copies were destroyed by foundation agents, after reports by staff of 'An episode they didn't remember filming'. A non-anomalous episode was then produced and aired instead, and amnestics administered to all involved with the episode's production.

SCP-# features the myth busters crew apparently located within two foundation sites: Site-19 and Site [REDACTED], busting various myths regarding SCP's contained within. It is unknown how they gained entry or filmed, and no members of Site staff nor any of the intelligent SCPs tested recall watching or partaking in the tests, respectively. The episode also features many members of site staff, brought in as 'experts' for the myths at hand.

'For the record here, none of this happened. All CCTV footage we have shows nothing. Zilch. Jack all. Any class D that apparently died in these tests didn't. Any experiments may not represent the truth. Take it with a grain of salt… or a pile. And no, we're not recreating the tests.' - Researcher Matthews.

Summaries of the tests are placed below:

Myth Title

Description of myth

Actions taken

Results

Quote by narrator

'Winky Wonka and the neck snapping factory.'

Test to see how long a D-class can survive in SCP-173's chamber, winking instead of blinking.

D-█████ was dressed in a purple suit and top hat, reminiscent of Willy Wonka from 'Willy Wonka and the and the chocolate factory', and was trapped in the chamber with several cameras. Cameras were not hooked up to displays. Mythbusters waited outside until a snap was heard, when staff were sent in to retrieve the cameras.

D-█████ was found to have accidentally blinked, but survived for 10 minutes ans 22 seconds. Test was not repeated.

'before being enrolled in this program, D-█████ was a serial killer. Now all he needs to worry about is his neck going 'Snap, crackle and pop!'

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'To Kill a Crocingbird'

Tests are carried out in an attempt to kill SCP-682.

SCP-682 was taken out of the room on a leash, and was incredibly calm, happy to see Jamie Hyneman and Adam Savage, claiming to be 'Their biggest fan'. When asked by the myth busters 'Can anything kill you?', SCP-682 laughed heartily, saying 'Feel free to try'. Object was subsequently taken out of containment, into the wilderness and [DATA EXPUNGED].

All attempts failed. SCP-682 lived.

'Looks like Jamie has finally met something he wants to kill more than Adam'

Item #: #

**Object Class: ** Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-# is to be stored in a standard humanoid containment chamber, in Site-19. Personnel are not to come within 2 meters of SCP-#, except for purposes of feeding. SCP-#-2 should be filled up with 25 pieces of candy, once every day at 12:00. Lights are not to be present in SCP-#'s containment cell, if lighting is necessary within the cell, staff are to use NV goggles provided.

Should SCP-# enter a rage phase, MTF-Niner-9 are to give chase. Should SCP-# commence travel over sea.

As of incident #-1, all candies are to be removed from their packaging, thoroughly inspected for defects and then repackaged. Any candies deemed unfit are to be incinerated.

Removal of SCP-# for testing purposes is not preferable. Any SCP-# tests able to be conducted within the containment cell should be. If this is impossible, movement of SCP-h to the testing area is accomplished in 4 stages:

Various sugar based candies are to be dropped, forming a trail from SCP-# containment chamber to testing chamber.

SCP-# is to be released, they will follow the trail to chamber. They will follow the same trail back to the chamber once testing finishes.

Candies are to be re-collected and pathway re-opened.

In the case of a containment breach, site staff are to retrieve 5 pieces of candy from the nearest armory, stored in different places on the body.

Description: SCP-# is an entity that exists in two parts:

SCP-#-1 is an entity resembling a homemade childlike 'bed-sheet ghost' Halloween costume. SCP-# stands at approximately 1.2m, approximately the average height of a 6 year old male child. It is currently unknown if anything exists beneath this shroud, attempts to analyse SCP-# physiology through X-ray have proven inconclusive, and shining a light through either the eye or mouth holes of the shroud causes SCP-# to enter a rage phase, and instantly change form. SCP-# is capable of extremely limited speech, known only to say 'trick or treat' and 'thanks!', in a high pitched child like voice.

SCP-#-2 is a small PVC plastic bucket, stylized to look like a ghost. SCP-#-2 bears no identifying marks or other indicators of it's origin. SCP-#-2 floats next to SCP-#-1 at the approximate height that a child of equivalent height to SCP-#-2 would hold a relatively heavy bucket. SCP-#-2 represents SCP-#'s feeding method, candies that are placed within the bucket will disappear 1 at a time from within it, at a rate of approximately 1 hour between disappearances, varying slightly based on sugar content. SCP-#-2 does seem to have 'favorites' (i.e sweets that disappear first when placed in the bucket), with it preferring Haribo Starmix and generic strawberry flavored lollipops. Providing SCP-#-2 with more of it's 'favorites' does not seem to have an effect on it's behavior.

SCP-# was discovered in the town of ██████, United Kingdom, after reports of a quote 'Crazy-Ass Man-Eating Ghost-Child with no limbs!' was reported to authorities, on Halloween night. Foundation agents arrived to assess the situation, and lured SCP-# into a large truck for transport to Site-19.

Should SCP-# be angered, annoyed, saddened or otherwise be put in a negative mood, it will enter a rage phase. The perpetrator of events that led to this rage phase is now designated SCP-#-3. During a rage phase, SCP-# transforms into a much more 'realistic' looking ghost alongside SCP-#-2, which will also transform into an equally realistic, albeit much smaller ghost. In their respective forms, both SCP-#-1 and SCP-#-2 possess the ability to travel through solid walls (density and thickness have no affect on subject speed ) and travel at high velocity (approximately 30mph), in order to reach SCP-#-3. Once nearing the target (being within ~30 metres of it), SCP-#-1 and -2 transform back into their standard appearance, and SCP-#-1 will 'dive' on top of the target, entombing it within it's shroud. It is currently unknown what happens to the SCP-#-3 instance, as GPS trackers placed on SCP-#-3 instances cease functioning after the entombment.

Actions that have been known to trigger a rage state are as follows:

Attempting to look under SCP-#-1's shroud.

Attempting to initiate verbal contact with with SCP-#-1.

Taking any item from SCP-#-2

Shining through any hole of SCP-#-1's shroud with a flashlight or other portable or non-portable light source, deliberately or accidentally.

Not providing SCP-#-1 with at least one piece of candy if it approaches you and says 'Trick or treat'. This is by far the most dangerous aspect of SCP-#, as currently there is no way to circumvent this rage phase, other than placing at least 1 piece of candy into SCP-#-2. SCP-# will only target a person once per day, presumed to 'reset' after midnight.

SCP-#-2 running out of candy. Should this occur, SCP-# will enter a rage phase towards the nearest human, and entomb them. SCP-#-2 will then fill up with generic red hard candy, with the amount of candy obtained this way varying on size of SCP-#-3.

PLEASE NOTE: CERTAIN AREAS OF THE FOLLOWING DOCUMENT CONTAIN INFORMATION THAT HAS BEEN REDACTED, IN HOPE OF KEEPING STRUCTURE OF THIS DOCUMENT IN A NON-ANOMALOUS FASHION. If the following section of document contains wording perceived by the reader to be extravagant, or otherwise irregular, please report it immediately to a member of level 4 or above site staff.

Item #: Not #

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: An object that is not SCP-#-1 (Hereafter referred to as 'Not SCP-#-1) is to be stored disassembled in Site-19, except for purposes of testing.

An object that is not SCP-#-2 through an object that is not SCP-#-28 are to be stored in standard humanoid containment chambers, in Site-19. They are to practice for at least one hour a day in their respective skill, using non-anomalous circus equipment provided by the foundation.

Once a month, on the 1st though 7th, Not SCP-#-1 is to be fully assembled in one of Site-19's two purpose built auditoriums, rotating monthly between the two. At 7:00PM on each of these days, at least 31 members of site staff (or in cases of staff shortage, D-class personnel) are to watch a performance by Not SCP-#-2 through -28, and are to applaud the performers.

Item #: #

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-#-A through SCP-#-F are to be stored in a secure locker at Site-19, and are to be removed for testing purposes only. Staff assigned to SCP-# testing are not to directly or indirectly observe SCP-#, except for the front and back covers.

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-#-A through SCP-#-B are a series of anomalous informational books, covering a variety of different (academic) subjects. The books have no set

Item #: #

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: Due to the nature of SCP-#,

Item #: #

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: All acquired blank SCP-# instances are to be stored in Secure Locker 94 at Site-19. All acquired SCP-# instances which are currently being used for memory storage are to be stored in Secure Locker 107. Permission to make use of a blank SCP-# instance may be granted with the permission of two (2) members of site staff, level 4 or above. At least 2 blank tapes must remain in storage at any time.

Description: SCP-# is a series of objects manifesting as VHS tapes, apparently produced by the 'Ski_Mattix' company, apparently based within the United Kingdom.9 SCP-# is identical to a regular blank VHS tape, except for a small switch, with the positions being marked 'TRANSFER' and 'RECEIVE'. SCP-# is impervious to any physical damage that would cause damage to a regular VHS tape, including high distance drops and bullets fired at it.

When switched to 'RECEIVE', SCP-# is capable of recording memories, through use of a VHS player and CRT Television. When the player is switched on with SCP-# inside, the person who switched on the player will report seeing a 'user interface of sorts' appearing on the TV, which consists of three options; 'BROWSE', 'SEARCH' and 'COMPLETE TRANSFER'. To enter either of these menus only requires the thought of entering them, after which it will open the requested option.

Entering 'BROWSE' will show a screen consisting of 25 snapshots, each corresponding to a memory the person owns. The order is set to be chronological by default, however it can be changed to consist of memories at specific places, starring specific people, etc. Once a snapshot is selected, a large message appears, consisting of the word 'TRANSFER?'. The user is then required to select their response using their internal monologue, which can be either an affirmative or negative one, the word selection does not have to be specific. If an affirmative response is selected, the memory is erased from the user's mind, and transferred into SCP-#.

Entering 'SEARCH' will allow the user to think of memories to transfer, rather than selecting them manually. Other than this, the use is the same.

Entering 'COMPLETE TRANSFER' will completely transfer all memories of the user onto SCP-#, except for certain memories, which according to SCP-# are 'necessary for life'. These include education, name, and knowledge of local area. Once

Item #: #

Object Class:

SCP-# is to be stored in a standard humanoid cell

Item #: #

Object Class: Safe

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-# is to be stored in a standard humanoid containment chamber in Site-19. SCP-# is to be provided toys circa. 1930s-1940s, delivered either by a member of staff who has formerly interacted with SCP-#, or by an unmanned drone.

Any experiments carried out with SCP-# should ensure that as little members of staff as possible are in the same room as SCP-#, and all members of staff should have interacted with SCP-# at some point. If staff cannot be found for the experiment who have interacted with SCP-#, the experiment should be carried out by an unmanned drone. Staff not wishing to work with SCP-# due to fears of it's anomalous properties should be moved to other tasks.

Description: SCP-# is a humanoid creature resembling a human male child of approximately 5-6 years of age. SCP-# appears dressed in a small yellow woolen jumper and shorts, both of which are tattered and dirty. All attempts to remove or clean SCP-#'s clothes have failed, with SCP-# becoming extremely agitated and lashing out. It is hypothesized that they may simply be a part of SCP-#'s body, however no clear evidence either way has been found.

SCP-#'s main anomalous effects manifest whenever an individual who has directly or inadvertently killed someone due to asphyxiation, drowning or any other injury/trauma associated with the lungs/throat (Hereafter SCP-#-A) is brought within the same room as SCP-#. SCP-# will initially react with fear, after which it will retreat backwards until it encounters a wall. At this point, it is impossible for anybody in the room to leave, and anybody outside of the room to enter. Any doors, windows, etc. Will slam shut and become locked, and any walls will prove to be indestructible. A stream of unidentified orange gas (designated SCP-#-1) will then slowly flow out of SCP-#, filling up the room. Gas masks have proven ineffective at stopping SCP-#-1.

Once SCP-# is breathed in by anybody in the room, they will immediately enter a comatose-like state which has 100% mortality rates. Once in this state, subject's brain activity will have completely ceased within 1 minute. Once SCP-#-A is dead, the room will begin to clear of SCP-#-1 through unkown methods. After approximately 11 minutes, the room will become accessible again.

SCP-# was discovered at the former site of a house belonging to one Mr. and Mrs. ██████, which had been completely destroyed in a bombing in 194█. Mr. and Mrs. ██████ were found dead at the scene, the former having died of blunt trauma caused by debris, and the latter by asphyxiation after being trapped under rubble. Mrs. ██████ was 6-months pregnant at the time.

Addendum 1: SCP-# testing log.

Item #: #

Object Class: Keter

Special Containment Procedures: All tapes of SCP-# are to be stored in a secure locker in Site-19. SCP-# is currently presumed to be uncontable, however, should SCP-# manifest on a camera in safe class contanment chamber or on a site security camera not in a containment chamber, MTF-Sierra-11 'Shadowcatchers' are to mobilise and attempt to capture SCP-#.

Description: SCP-# is an anomalous manifestation resembling a human male, which has been observed multiple times in different SCP facilities, however has been primarily observed on on Site-19's security feed.

SCP-# resembles a human male between the ages of 20-30, with brown hair, blue eyes, approximate height of 5"11. SCP-# appears wearing different clothes on each manifestation.

SCP-# has been shown to be able to converse with SCP's in a variety of different manners. This primarily involves speech through traditional languages (such as Arabic and English) however more unique methods have also been observed, such as indistinct clicking noises with SCP-███.

Footnotes

1. Jade ██████, who D-████ makes a reference to, passed away before he entered the foundation. It was presumed amnestics caused him to forget the event.

2. Control is knowledgeable of the fact that D-090102 cannot back up at this point, they are simply giving the illusion that they are oblivious to this.

3. The interview room SCP-# was in was approximately 4meters in width, height and length.

4. Dr. Matthews username was not indicative of his role as a doctor, nor anything else he had communicated or had been communicated in the game.

5. See document KENBRG-01-DOCUMENTATION for information on the Kennaberg disaster

6. ISO-DORMS are dormitories used in facilities handling possibly explosive, radioactive or otherwise incredibly unstable anomalies. ISO-DORMS are able to resist a █Kiloton explosion, reflect Gamma Rays and will be impossible to enter or leave 24 hours after an apocalyptic event. Seek a member of security level 3 or above to request more documents relating to ISO-DORMS.